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In attacking somebody, a hunter, a student, or somebody else -- Lacie's hit was rebuffed, and sent a recoil back to herself. Normally, the reaper didn't fight in a way that sacrificed her own body. She was more careful than that.

But in her state of mind, it seemed as if she didn't even care for herself. Even though her body still bled, she forced herself to move.

OOC:
Character Name: Lacie
HP: 28/30
Target: Lacie
Damage: 2
Effect: Insanity Effect (1 day)
Attacking others: 1/3
Attacked: 0/3

Appearance: Lacie: A somewhat timid and small reaper, with silver pigtails and a blue dress, who fights with an ice glaive.

Ryan drew his arm back quickly, the pain from his own attack cutting through any remaining confusion he still had.

Locke was covered in blood now, and the sight of it sickened him. Not because it was blood, but because it was his blood. How the hell had he managed to hit himself twice without knowing? Before he could make the same mistake a third time, someone--the creature he had been fighting from before swung the blade at him, narrowly missing his face.

"You little--" He grit his teeth together, jumping back and putting some distance between the two of them before he came her again. At least now he had a target to direct his rage at.




Ryan's HP: 24/40
Target: n/a
Damage: n/a
Effect: Infected with insanity for 4 days
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 1/3 ( Wylfenne )
Charge Attack: [ Used 0/2 / Charged 2/3 ] Ruby Light ( Y2 ) - The Chill

Appearance
Ryan is a 5'8" Caucasian male, with short scruffy blond hair, and brown eyes. He fights with claw tipped gauntlets.

Her body was anatomically correct, however not a single organ in her pulsed with life. The only reason she bled was the remains of blood in her vasular system, and it was coagulated at best, a consistency that was closer to sludge than blood. Her hand came up to grab her gaping chest to prevent him from sticking his hand on it instead of an attempt at modesty; it was just a body, she was used to having gaping holes and exposed organs. She just wasn't used to people sticking their filty, disgusting human hands in it.

One day, she'd pay him back. For everything.

"Iiiii will shoow yoouuu finishhhhing!" That broken dual-voice hissed with a wet anger, the voices in her head whispering louder and louder as if urging her on. Lunging forward, she grabbed one of his bloody arms, sinking her teeth into his flesh through his jacket.


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(( OOC:
Character Name: Amrita (Halloween)
HP: 43/50
Target: Juuuuude
Damage: --
Effect: Insanity (1 IC week) + Confusion
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 1/3 ))

He idly stood back rubbing the blood-sludge coated fingertips together as if finding an interest in the consistency of the blood. Jude never really thought much about the dead, the dying, and how the blood behaved. He only knew that when he got a wound it clotted up into a scab and that was that. This was far more interesting. He wanted more. The voices whispered savagely to him as if to warn him of something or to urge him to pay attention. They drowned out the only voice of reason he may have had. Yom was just that other voice within the sea of voices just barely more distinct but no more audible than the rest.

Oh! His playmate was going to show him something? He loved being shown things he looked toward her almost as if eager to receive what she was about to show until she latched onto an arm and started biting, tearing into fabric going into skin. She had an amazingly impressive bite and Jude filed that away for later.

Finally he removed his cowl letting his hair go free as well as getting rid choking hazard. For now he held the length of fabric in his hand and swung a punch at one of her eyes. She smelt of blood and organs and yet it was intoxicating.






((HP: 50/50
Target: AMRITA
Damage: 0
Charge: 2/3
Items: 1 x Fear Charge Packet, 1 x Communications Device
Effect: 1 Week of INSANITY...

And then Mort took a tumble, but unlike Scarlet he didn't get to redo his singing on a tv show on Comedy Central. No instead he got a disgusting flesh bag breathing on his face with a huge-a** boomerang Jack only knew where.

Oh it was on, boil. You wanted to wrestle? WRESTLE IT WAS.

When he fell, he'd kept his grip on the leg to pull Otto down with him, which . . . probably was not the best idea but whatever. WRESTLE. Rage was still enfused in his very being, and the whispers continued their murmurs at the back of his head - perhaps killing him would stop the voices.

So Mort did what he thought best to do when semi-pinned and with his arms busy - he tried to headbutt the Hunter.

The reaper's grip had loosened as Jerry gave him a fresh shake. He could almost suck in air again, he had this HE HAD this, the creature would DIE how DARE it try to look human, it WASN'T human, he kept reminding himself, it was an abomination, a-

He gave a sudden shriek of pain, ripping backward out of Shun's grip and letting go himself as some mongrel bit down on him. He couldn't see, his glasses lost on the ground somewhere before they had started rolling, "GET BACK!!" he roared, swinging his fists anyway to try to knock the dog free.





Character Name: Jerry
Description: Nerdy, bedraggled hunter, missing a lens in his glasses and carrying a bazooka.
HP: 30/50
Effect: Insanity for 2 weeks
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: Nuru, Shun, Damien
Items: Runic Bandages (Allan- unused), Communication device, Runic Daggers, Pack of tissues

That wasn't at all how it was, and Alex knew that, but apparently Yin didn't. Did it hurt that the other boil would believe the absolute worst of him so easily? Nope, not really. It just confirmed Alexander's suspicions further that Yin really wanted nothing to do with him anymore, and was willing to grasp a hold of any little thing to get what he wanted.

But Alexander still wasn't ready to give it to him. Not yet. Let the weremantis fume about the fact that he had chosen the zomboil a little longer, that he had bonded with somebody that he didn't want to be with any more. Let him live with his mistakes.

The smile, leer, rapeface, whatever the ******** it was slipped from Alex's face the second Yin pushed away from him, but the glower was still there. "Overreacting, just like usual." He sneered. Seriously, this was who he had chosen for himself? Yin had said he would try, but that had obviously been a lie, like so many others Alex was sure must have been told. And the weremantis was obviously completely repulsed by him. How had the two of them ever gotten together in the first place?

The insanity continued to whisper at him, something was appeased by the quick turn of events between the two boils. Destroy him, destroy each other, that's what the voices wanted. Enough arguing, just fight, tear each other apart. But there was still something there, something in the back of his mind, a tiny voice telling him that this could not happen. Maybe that's why he said what he did next, instead of attacking, though it wasn't said in the most friendliest of manners.

"It doesn't matter. You're mine, whether you like it or not." He snarled, slowly starting to back away from the other boil now, though the voices in his head were whispering at him furiously now. They wanted him to attack, this wasn't over, Yin's blood should be on his hands by now. Rush at him now, and take him by surprise.

Destroy him.

But no, he wouldn't. Not Yin. Something kept him from doing it, something that he would probably be grateful for later. Yin could attack him, but he wasn't going to attack Yin. Yin could destroy him if he wanted out so badly, but Alexander wasn't going to help him along. He continued to back away, holding his gaze steady on Yin, forever watchful of any movement, of any indication that the weremantis might come after him.
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OOC:
Character Name: Alexander
HP: 37/40
Target: Yin I guess
Damage: mental scarring? More to himself then to Yin, I think
Effect: Insanity Effect - 4 days
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 3/3 (Meixing, Sydney, Yin)
Number of Attacks Use: 3/3